Kai did not raise his hand to summon another storm of absolute zero, because he had already proven his absolute dominance over the cold, and he instead allowed the vibrant emerald life-mana he had used to forge his armada to rise to the surface of his domain.
The temperature in the massive throne room did not drop any further, but the air instantly grew incredibly thick with the rich, intoxicating scent of ancient forests and blooming night-flowers, completely washing away the stale, recycled oxygen of the fortress with the undeniable presence of untamed nature.
Thorne let out a pathetic, suffocated gasp as he tried to push himself out of his seat, but the moment his synthetic hands gripped the armrests of the obsidian throne, a brilliant pulse of green cosmic energy surged directly from Kai's boots and traveled effortlessly across the polished marble floor.
